We just had the best burgers in town at Farren's Pub. Mmm, mmm, delicious. The fries were great, too, and the soda, not to mention great service, and the grapes.
We don't know a summer yet in Illinois without Mud Volleyball.
Last year we played in Danville and this year in Tuscola. Sadly, our team, Mud, Sweat, and Tears, (my clever husband thought of the name) only played 2 games and lost them both.
I'm not really sure what it is with guys and rolling around in the mud, but they liked it.
I don't know if my lack of presence on the court this year had anything to do with our loss (just kidding) but the fates just weren't in our favor. What we lacked in skill, or luck, however, we had in team spirit. We had team shirts, one practice, and a team breakfast. What a great day.
I'm not really sure what it is with guys and rolling around in the mud, but they liked it.
I don't know if my lack of presence on the court this year had anything to do with our loss (just kidding) but the fates just weren't in our favor. What we lacked in skill, or luck, however, we had in team spirit. We had team shirts, one practice, and a team breakfast. What a great day.
Henry wants to be like daddy.
Better luck next year!
2 comments:
We definitely needed your presence on the court, Rachel. Maybe we needed a little more intimidation. Next time, we will smear ourselves with mud before the game even begins. Thanks for helping out with the team spirit.
Love Henry's little (extra) chubby cheeks. He makes a great chipmunk. :) What a little stud he's turning out to be. Not that we ever had any reason to think he wouldn't. We miss you guys!
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